Sparkle wasn't even going to point out that class was on Thursday, so there was no need to be up and going now. And if there was anything going on at the Temple, he could only hope that it had more people who would at least try to nag Atton into sitting the hell down or something.

If nothing else, he wouldn't have to do his own cooking there.

Sparkle finished cutting the pizza, set the knife in the sink, and then gestured at the food. If Atton was so hell-bent on being up and getting it himself, then he was more than welcome to.

"Yeah, well, you had to know I was going to come by to harass you after you've been gone a week if you texted me," he pointed out. "It seems pretty quiet otherwise. And this way you get pop tarts."

And broccoli! And concerned grumblings! Lucky man!